Irene Hannon - A Dream To Share

With a sudden move, he rose and reached for the papers. “Thanks for the tour.”

For a second Abby seemed taken aback by his abruptness. Those big green eyes widened in surprise, and a flash of uncertainty flickered across her face. It was apparent that she didn’t like being thrown off balance any more than he did. Good, Mark decided. She needed to understand that two could play this game.

“No problem. I’ll see you tomorrow morning. What time should I expect you?”

There was a challenge in her question. And in her eyes. It was obvious she’d already pegged him as a slacker, Mark deduced. He wasn’t about to reinforce that opinion.

“About seven o’clock. You did say you get here early, didn’t you?” he countered.

“Yes. Seven will be fine. Here’s a key to the office, in case you want to put in any extra hours.”

Her slight smirk as she handed it over told him he’d walked right into her trap. And as he exited her office, he had the distinct feeling that Abby Warner had won round one.

The thing was, he hadn’t realized until too late that he’d even stepped into the ring.

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